Dim and waveringOn a wind-blown nightWhose honour, whose angerCold and quiveringAs was the wind-blown nightInto which she'd fallen, fallen

Freedom, well it's a thing that is fleetingFreedom is standing next to youMy intentions were clearI was with himEveryone knewPoor little fool

Beautiful as you areWith that high spiritMorning star of evil hit meCut me like a knifeCool and collectedShe became that with timeTotally rejected

Freedom, well it's a thing that is fleetingFreedom is standing next to youMy intentions were clearI was with himEveryone knewPoor little fool

It's all in the eyesIt's all in the way that you lookIt's all in the way that you say very littleIt's all in the way that you talkLook at me with daggersIt won't do you any goodAll the looks that you've used on meDon't work now that you've fallen, fallen, fallen

Freedom, well it's a thing that is fleetingFreedom is standing next to youMy intentions were clearI was with himEveryone knewPoor little fool

Look at me with daggersIt won't do you any goodAll the looks that you've used on meDon't work now that you've fallenAll the looks that you've used on meDon't work now that you've fallen